Treasure Island

Lucy Grainger


Actions have consequences


Actions have consequences
When you chop down a tree it comes back fighting because it has more roots than you can ever know. When you throw a Frisbee it flies back even though you hurt it when you threw it because it might not need you but it knows you need it. When you break a jigsaw piece you can never fix it again because it trusted you to take care of it and you let it down so even if you think you've fixed it there will still be a scar from where you ripped its heart out.

Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013

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this is about people who try and suck up to you after they've really hurt you and then expect you to be fine with it.

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